By M. Meyer
Date: 4 May 1998

Echoes

My mind is unsteady, as if I were drunk.
I try to write a poem in which my tears will flow together with your tears, 
in which my heart will cross the vast emptiness between us 
to encircle your heart.
My lips are empty, without a word to describe the void.
My thoughts grow heavy.

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Please let me close my eyes.
For if you look inside me and find something there that you do not like...
The thought frightens me.

Someone has yet to penetrate the strength of my icy gaze.
Someone has yet to want to...
Until now, I did not want to let down my walls.
They were my rock, my security.
But now I don't think I can.

No one has seen my soul.
No one has touched my heart.
But it longs to be seen, it longs to be touched.

I lay across my cold bed, 
wrapped in my lonely comforter, 
and listen to the echoes of your kiss.
Alone, deep in bitter loneliness, without even a good dream, I lie...

For now I hold my heart in my hands.